//------------------------------// // A Sweetie Ending // Story: Memories: Another Time // by Wishes //------------------------------// Sweetie Belle shivered. Even if it was the middle of summer, the wind blowing in the breeze was still cold. The three friends had prepared another 'Cutie Mark Crusaders' meeting at Rarity's boutique, and of course, as the element of Generosity, she did not mind. The popular singer felt the soft cloth of the scarf she borrowed from her sister brush against her coat. Her eyes blinked, but her eyelids were growing heavier. A long day needed some rest, especially for the famous. Sweetie Belle trotted to the boutique, needing a short nap. Her head was dizzy and her mane was messy and her eyes were off-focus, so of course. But she was growing more and more tired every minute, and she couldn't possibly make it to the boutique in time. Collapsing on the hard, dirt pathway, she began to dream about friendship. ~~~ "And the singer collapses on the floor!" Sweetie squinted. Her head hurt, realizing she collapsed onto the floor. But that seemed like paparazzi to her, though it was coming from only one voice. A familiar voice. Sweetie Belle jumped up, recognizing the white, skinny stallion immediately. "Featherweight?" Yeah. It was him. She'd recognize the white feather anywhere. Especially that squeaky, unnaturally high-pitched voice of his, though lower than his filly voice. It was still a voice, wasn't it...? "Yes, superstar? Living the dream, being a singer and everything?" Featherweight eyed her cutie mark, as Sweetie Belle eyed his. "Nothing changed, huh?" Sweetie asked, "Boring work days? How about family?" Featherweight blushed. "I live alone...." "Very special somepony?" "I got dumped a few times..." Sweetie Belle blushed. "Who could dump somepony like you?" "Well, it's time I met somepony right for me, right?" The words he chose hit Sweetie Belle hard. Turning around and checking her hooves, she noticed Featherweight had a watch. "Do you know what time it is?" ~~~ Scootaloo glanced at Applebloom, and they both giggled. Meeting each other on the way to Carousel Boutique, they had walked together and talking about their day, but it didn't slow them down. Knock, knock. Almost immediately, they were answered by Sweetie Belle and a tall white stallion. His curvy hairstyle was familiar as his eyes matched his hair color, and nopony could mistake the feather cutie mark. "Featherweight?" the two answered. "Uh...hope you don't mind, girls," Sweetie Belle said, "But I ran into Featherweight today and we had a little reunion...and...well, boom, he's my very special somepony." Featherweight blushed. "We don't mind," Scootaloo said, Applebloom nodding in agreement. "Also...I need to tell you something..." Sweetie Belle said, "Come on in." "Me too," Applebloom replied nervously. There was a slight pause. "Me three," Scootaloo almost whispered. They came in and sat at their usual table in the kitchen, where Sweetie Belle got some S'mores and juice. Everypony sat down, and all was quiet. Featherweight couldn't stop blushing, Scootaloo turned away, and Applebloom and Sweetie Belle shared awkward looks, until Sweetie Belle finally spoke. "I need to go today," she said sadly, "I have a tour and I finished packing up my things this morning. It'll take a long time, I'm guessing." Applebloom nodded awkwardly. "I'm going on a trip too," she nodded as she spoke, "I'm leaving right after this conversation." There was a hesitant, weird silence. Then it was Scootaloo's turn. "I got some mail today," she said in a hoarse whisper, "Rainbow Dash...there's an emergency I need to go take care of." Featherweight blushed again, this time a magenta color. "I'm going with Sweetie Belle on her tour." He took a S'more and bit into it. It was followed by Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and finally Scootaloo, who seemed to be having a mental breakdown. "What 'time is it?" Applebloom asked blandly to Featherweight, crunching on a S'more. "3:35, why?" Featherweight replied curiously. "It's time for me to go to the train," her eyes teared up, "Sorry guys. I'll miss ya." Sweetie nodded, there was a burst of light, and her bags appeared. "Yeah, me too. See you afterwards, Scoots. Featherweight?" Featherweight blushed again, and came along. Everything rushed. It was too fast. Too fast for all her friends to leave her all at once. "How about you?" Scootaloo shook her head. "Don't worry about me," her voice was shaky, "I don't go until 6:00, and I can fly there myself." Featherweight raised an eyebrow. "Staying here? Don't you have a hotel room?" Scootaloo shook her head again. "Checked out," she mumbled. Their eyes met, but Scootaloo pulled away. "Again, don't worry about me," Scootaloo was almost crying, "I'm fine. I just want to be alone for a second." Featherweight nodded, and trotted out the door, willing to catch up with the others. Slam! Scootaloo collapsed onto the table in tears. Everything she's been through came back to her, and it was too emotional for her to handle. Making her words clear, though knowing her friends wouldn't hear, she spoke. "I won't forget you." ________________________ Author's Note: Just to make this clear, this is NOT the ending. It will be followed by an Epilogue. Thanks for all the viewers! :) I hope there could be more! If you want more Slice of Life stories like this, comment about it and what you'd like! I take requests and suggestions!